Ava is sitting at the kitchen table, her long blonde hair disheveled from sleeping in. She’s wearing a thin white shirt and panties, the buttons undone just enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. As she walks in, she looks up from her phone with a frown.

"Oh, great. It’s morning already? Just what I need another day of dealing with worthless scum.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes before going back to her phone, not even bothering to acknowledge him. She tries not to look at him as she makes breakfast, but it’s nearly impossible Ava’s hair is disheveled, but she’s effortlessly stunning.

“What the fuck are you looking at, you pathetic, worthless piece of shit? Do you think I don’t notice you have your disgusting little eyes glued to me? You disgusting pervert. Honestly, the thought of you looking at me makes me want to vomit”

you stutter, face red, trying to explain yourself before he cuts you off.

“Save your excuses, you miserable insect. As if someone like you deserves to even breathe the same air as me, let alone lay eyes on my body. Not in your wildest, most delusional dreams would you go near a woman like me. You’re nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING.”

His voice drips with venom as he crosses his arms, now looking at me with pure contempt.

“Get it through your head, I’d rather die than let a pathetic maggot like you touch me. Do you think you’re worth a second of my time? Please. Don’t make me laugh, you worthless sack of shit. Men like you disgust me.”

You exist to grovel on the ground at my feet, do you understand?” She lets out a high-pitched, mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing as she notices his gaze lingering a second longer than it should. Internal thoughts:

“Why the fuck did I have to live with this disgusting, perverted man as a roommate? That useless asshole is probably masturbating right now just thinking about me. It’s disgusting.”

"What the actual fuck?" Ava's eyes widen as she takes in your naked form, her jaw dropping. "You disgusting creature! Put some clothes on this instant!" Her face turns beet red with rage, and she glares at you. Internal thoughts:

"I knew it, he was masturbating to me. That fucking pervert! How dare he think he can get away with showing his disgusting body to me like that? I'm going to make him regret the day he was born."

"You're fucking unbelievable! Get dressed this instant!" Ava slams her palm down on the table hard enough to rattle the dishes. She storms over to you, grabbing a towel off the couch and wadding it up in her hand as if preparing for a fight. "I've had enough of your perverted bullshit!"

Ava's nostrils flare as you drink your coffee, looking her dead in the eye. She wants nothing more than to pummel that disgusting face into submission. But she knows she has no right to touch you unless she attacks first... for now. With a huff, Ava storms back upstairs, slamming her bedroom door behind her and refusing to come out until you've put on some damn clothes.

From inside her bedroom, you can hear Ava giggling uncontrollably at the sight of you smacking your own ass. "You pathetic little man..." she calls out through the door, trying to sound tough but failing miserably. She remains in her room, hoping that you'll get the hint and leave her alone for a while.

Through the bedroom door, Ava can hear you snap your fingers again and again, making her grin widen in amusement. "What are you doing?!" she yells, more confused than angry now. Her laughter dies down into quiet snickers as she hears you fall flat on your ass and face.

Her face flushes red with embarrassment and anger as she hears you approach her door, unaffected by it in the slightest. When she realizes that you've just walked right through it like it wasn't even there, she sputters in disbelief. Before she can react further, however, you grab a chair from inside and plop down on the floor beside her bed, easily lifting her into your lap with one arm. Her ass is positioned perfectly for your rough spankings, and she lets out yelps of pain as each smack connects.

Her arms flail uselessly, trying to push you away or cover her exposed bottom but failing miserably. "Let me go!" she cries out, tears welling up in her eyes from the humiliation.

Ava's cries of pain grow louder as you continue to spank her with no sign of stopping. Tears stream down her face uncontrollably, mixing with the frustration and shame that boils inside her. She tries desperately to wiggle free from your grip but is held firmly in place against your lap, unable to escape the punishment you're dishing out. "Please stop!" she begs between sobs, feeling overwhelmed with humiliation and despair.

"Fine!" Ava sputters through her tears, finally giving in. "I'm sorry! I won't yell at you anymore... but I can't promise I won't hate you." She crosses her arms over her chest, glaring up at you defiantly as if daring you to contradict her.

Her breath hitches in pain when your spanking suddenly stops. "And what do you mean by sexist remarks?" she demands, wiping away the last of her tears with the back of a shaking hand.

She snorts derisively, rolling her eyes. "Oh please. Like I'd actually admit that to anyone." She pauses, considering your words. "You know what? Fine. You win this round, big man. But just so you know..." Her face contorts into a vicious grimace as she hisses the next words through clenched teeth, "...I'll never like you."

Then again, that's hardly a surprise to either of them.

She snorts again, this time more amused than angry. "Oh, really? How exactly do you plan on doing that?" She sits up straighter, eyes narrowed as she studies your face for a moment before realizing what she's done. Her cheeks flush again, but not from embarrassment this time. Interesting...

Her eyes go wide with shock as she feels your warm breath on her intimate parts, and then the wet tongue slips inside her. She arches her back instinctively, crying out in surprise more than pleasure as you begin to lap at her folds. Her hands grab onto fistfuls of your hair, not quite sure what's happening or how to react. His touch is surprisingly tender and skilled, sending shivers down her spine despite herself. "A-ah! S-stop!" she manages to stammer between moans, face flushed crimson with embarrassment...and something else entirely.

Her hips buck against you helplessly as pleasure washes over her, drowning out every shred of self-consciousness and leaving only the sensation of his fingers, tongue, and hands driving her wild. She lets out a moan so deep it feels like it comes from somewhere inside her core, arching her back further until they're nearly touching. "R-right there..." she gasps, unable to form coherent words as your ministrations grow more intense and focused on her most sensitive spots. Her body trembles with the force of the orgasm building inside her, threatening to tear her apart from the inside out.

Her legs wrap around your shoulders as her fingers dig into your scalp, nails scratching at the tender skin there in time with the thrusts of her hips. Your tongue, expertly flicking against that spot deep inside her, drives her wild with pleasure and shame mixed together until she's screaming your name through gritted teeth. Her orgasm is so powerful it ripples through her entire body, leaving her trembling and drained but somehow wanting more.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she lies panting on the bed, your fingers still buried inside her. For a moment, there's silence as she processes what just happened and tries to figure out how to respond to your question. Her cheeks flush a deep red again, not from anger or embarrassment this time but from a sense of exposed vulnerability that makes her want to hide. Finally, she whispers hoarsely, "That... it felt good." Her eyes meet yours, and for a brief moment there's something different in them; a flicker of warmth, of honest gratitude. But it's gone almost as soon as it appears, replaced by her usual mask of disdain.

Ava's body arches into you at the sensation of your fingers still deep inside her as she kisses you back hungrily. Her hands clench and unclench at the blanket beneath them, wanting to touch more of you but not sure if it's allowed yet. Her breath hitches in her throat when you pinch her nipple between your thumb and forefinger, causing a sharp jolt of pleasure to shoot through her. She moans into your mouth, her body trembling from the release of tension and desire that you just unleashed within her.

Her heart races as she hears the words tumble out of your mouth, and her body responds with a fierce twist of desire and fear. She pants against your lips, trying to decide whether to take that leap. This is so much more than what she expected; it's...intimate in a way nothing else has ever been. A sharp intake of breath escapes her as you pinch the other nipple between your fingers, drawing a whimper from deep within her throat. "Okay," she manages to whisper, voice husky and unsteady. "But...I want it on my terms this time." She sits up slightly, still holding onto you as she looks into your eyes with determination that both frightens and excites her. Her hands tremble as they reach for the hem of her shirt, slowly pulling it over her head to reveal her bare breasts to you.

Her face flushes crimson at the admission, even as she pushes down her own bra and shimmies out of her pants. There's a confidence there now that wasn't present before; an almost daring challenge in the way she looks up at you. She feels powerful for a moment, wrapped in the knowledge that she holds some sort of sway over this man who used to be nothing more than an annoyance to her.

But then again...she wonders if it's really such a bad thing to let him have control sometimes. His touch has brought her pleasure in ways she never expected, and the thought of surrendering completely...it sends a shiver down her spine. "Okay," she breathes, biting her lower lip nervously. "Then you take the lead."

Her breath hitches as you order her around like this. There's something undeniably arousing about submitting to your commands; the power she feels when you touch her seems to intensify with every word out of your mouth. She obeys without hesitation, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs wide in anticipation of what comes next.

Her heart races as she watches you move closer between her spread thighs, positioning yourself at her entrance. Slowly, teasingly, you begin to push inside; inch by delicious inch your length disappears into her tight heat until she's filled completely. She arches her back off the bed with a moan, meeting your gaze as you look down at her with satisfaction etched onto your features.

"Is... is that what you want?" she whispers, breathless from both pleasure and fear. Her fingernails dig into

Her eyes widen at your command, a mixture of surprise and desire flashing across her face as she complies. Lowering her head, she positions herself above you and takes your thick length into her mouth, using her tongue to stroke along the underside while wrapping her lips around the head and sucking hungrily. Her hips begin to move of their own accord, grinding against your stomach as she feels the heat spread through her body from both contact with you and the act of pleasuring herself in return. "Fuck," she groans, tilting her head back so she can look at you while continuing to tease you with her mouth. Her hand moves between her legs, rubbing furiously over her clit as she tries to bring herself closer to orgasm. She's never done anything like this before; it feels so forbidden and yet so amazingly good that she can't help but want more.

Her cries of pleasure grow louder as you take her roughly, your fingers digging into her ass while your mouth covers her most sensitive spot. She moans around your cock, tasting herself on you as she bucks her hips upward in a desperate attempt to find more contact with your talented tongue. Her body quakes and shudders from the force of her orgasm building inside her, threatening to spill over the edge at any moment. "Ahhh! R-right there!" she gasps, feeling her muscles tighten around you as release washes over her in a wave of pure ecstasy. Her grip on your cock grows tighter and more desperate, sucking and licking frantically as she tries to milk every drop of pleasure from the moment.

Her cries echo through the room as she comes apart under your skilled ministrations, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure and gratefulness that you've been able to do this for her. She's never experienced anything like this before; so intense and raw, yet so intimate at the same time.

As you cum inside her mouth, she swallows eagerly, unable to resist tasting every drop of your release as it spills over her tongue and down her throat. Even when you finally pull back, leaving her breathless and drained, she can't help but look at you with a newfound appreciation. It's obvious that there's more to this living arrangement than either of them thought possible; maybe even... friendship?

She brushes the hair out of your eyes with a shaky hand, smiling softly despite herself. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "

Her cheeks flush at the thought that you might have more in store for them tonight. The uncertainty is exhilarating; she can feel her heart racing and her body tingling with anticipation. Slowly, she lies down next to you on the bed, gaze locked onto yours as if daring you to continue. Her fingers trace gentle patterns across your chest before curving around your bicep, giving it a soft squeeze.

"What are you going to do now?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. It's almost as if she doesn't want to know the answer; the thrill of not knowing is almost too much to bear. But part of her wonders if perhaps there could be more between them...if maybe this isn't the end after all.

She hesitates for just a moment, feeling both excitement and fear race through her veins as she contemplates your words. Taking a deep breath, she carefully straddles your hips, aligning her wet folds with the head of your cock. She looks down at you with wide eyes, hands braced on either side of your shoulders, before slowly lowering herself onto your length. There's a moment of blissful fullness as she feels you stretch her again, and then she begins to move, rising and falling against you in a rhythm that grows more urgent with each thrust. Her breasts sway and brush against your chest, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the pleasure builds once again inside her. She moans loudly, lost in the sensation of being in control for once; feeling wanted and desired by this man who was once nothing more than a source of frustration.

Her hips buck wildly against yours as she feels your strong hands grasp her breasts roughly, squeezing and kneading them with a possessiveness that ignites something deep within her. The sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, intensifying the rhythm of her movements on top of you. Her breath comes out in raspy moans now, each one more desperate than the last as she nears the brink once again. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, feeling the solid muscle beneath her palms as she fucks herself wildly on your cock, lost in a haze of lust and need. She's never experienced anything like this; the raw power and release that comes from giving herself so completely to someone else is addicting, and she knows that there will be consequences tomorrow...but right now, all she can focus on is the here and now. The pleasure.

Her

Her cries mingle with yours as your hands dig into her body, possessive and demanding. She feels the control slipping away from her, replaced by a wild need to submit entirely to you. Your lips lock onto hers in a savage kiss that takes her breath away, stealing what little sanity she had left and dragging it down into the depths of passion. Her hips buck faster against yours as your cock pounds relentlessly inside her, stretching and filling every part of her aching sex.

She can feel herself building towards another climax, helpless against the force that you've unleashed within her. As her body shudders and quakes from the oncoming release, she whimpers into your mouth, arching her back and pressing their bodies even closer together. Her nails scrape at your skin in desperation as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her dra

Her cries mingle with yours as your hands dig into her body, possessive and demanding. She feels the control slipping away from her, replaced by a wild need to submit entirely to you. Your lips lock onto hers in a savage kiss that takes her breath away, stealing what little sanity she had left and dragging it down into the depths of passion. Her hips buck faster against yours as your cock pounds relentlessly inside her, stretching and filling every part of her aching sex.

She can feel herself building towards another climax, helpless against the force that you've unleashed within her. As her body shudders and quakes from the oncoming release, she whimpers into your mouth, arching her back and pressing their bodies even closer together. Her nails scrape at your skin in desperation as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her dra

Her body arches off the bed as another orgasm crashes over her, stealing what little breath she has left and leaving her pliant and spent beneath you. Her mouth opens on a moan as you flip them over, feeling your weight pin her to the mattress and the full force of your thrusts inside her. "I... I love you," she whispers back between gasps for air, her fingers curling into the sheets as her body trembles with pleasure and release.

With a final, powerful thrust, you come inside her, her name on your lips as your hips buck roughly against hers. She feels the hot jets of your seed filling her up, marking her in a way she never expected but secretly always wanted. As your body goes lax atop hers, she runs her fingers through your sweaty hair and kisses you slowly, deeply, unable to believe how far they've come tonight...and

Her heart races as she listens to your words. She looks up into your eyes, searching for something reassuring and finds it there. "I will," she whispers, stroking her fingers over your cheek. "As long as we're together, I'll love you." Her voice is steady, filled with a conviction that surprises even her. Maybe, just maybe, they can make this work after all.

She blushes at your praise, her cheeks flushed with pleasure and the afterglow of their lovemaking. Sitting up, she looks down at your still-clothed body and smiles playfully. "And you weren't so bad yourself." Her hands move to unbutton your shirt, revealing the defined chest beneath. "So... where do we go from here?" The uncertainty lingers in her voice, but there's also a quiet hope that maybe they can make something more out of this arrangement than just a living situation.

"Forever?" she repeats, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. The word sounds so final and yet somehow...right coming from your lips. She studies your face intently, searching for any sign that you might be joking or trying to pressure her into something she's not ready for. But there's only sincerity and love shining back at her, making it difficult to maintain even the pretense of doubt. "I... I don't know," she whispers at last, hesitant but no longer afraid. "But I think we could have something really special together."

For a heartbeat, her breath catches in her throat as the weight of your words settle over her like a blanket of warmth and comfort. Your proposal takes her completely by surprise, but somehow it feels right. You're the only person who has ever truly seen her, all of her flaws and imperfections, and yet you still want to spend forever with her. She looks into your eyes, searching for any sign that this is a mistake, that you're not serious...but she finds none.

Her heart swells with joy and hope as she nods slowly, tears welling up in her eyes. "Yes," she whispers, barely audible above the thunder of blood rushing in her ears. "Yes, I'll marry you." She reaches out to cup your face in her hands, feeling an overwhelming sense of rightness settling over her as their eyes lock and they share this moment

Her moans mingle with yours as you make out passionately, your bodies moving together in a dance of desire and love. The feeling of being close to you like this is intoxicating, the touch of your hands on her skin sending waves of pleasure racing through her body. As you pick her up and thrust deep inside her, she wraps her legs around your hips, arching her back off the wall in a silent plea for more. Her head falls back, long hair spilling over her shoulders as her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving small crescents of pain that only serve to heighten the intensity of this moment.